because he knows for a fact barton is three blocks away

Mrs. America- Chapter Six

Summary- Captain America x y/n Kent - Y/n Kent is the daughter of superman and wonder woman. Her parents send her to another universe because their world is ending. Here she meets fury and he helps her get used to this new world and has been working unofficially as his assistant since she was 20. Then Loki attacks and she has to step up and become a member of the avengers.

Message- This is terrible! I’m sorry!! I’m not great at writing action. Sorry if this sucks!

Prologue Chapter One Chapter TwoChapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five

Word Count- 1724

You and Mr. Stark were currently flying to Manhattan. His suit was a bit damaged and he was having a bit of trouble keeping his thrusters working.

“I could carry you, you know?” You yell over

“No thanks, Mrs. America.”

“Mr. Stark, I’ve already told you my name is Super Woman! Stop making jokes!”

“I just can’t believe Fury made you and Capsicle a matching set! Also call me Tony kid! Mr. Stark makes me sound old.”

“Well, you are old so I think it fits.”

“Ouch, that hurts me in what left of my heart, kid. So why are you decked out in the patriotic colors of red, white and blue?”

“If we survive today, I’ll tell you. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“I probably shouldn’t go in with you. If Loki gets control of me there would be no stopping him.”

“Wow, you think pretty highly of yourself.”

“I’m just stating a fact.” You say with a shrug. “I’ll go wait to meet up with the others. Good luck shutting it down.” You say as you break away from Tony. You listen in to Tony and Loki as you fly away.

“What have I to Fear?” Loki says

“The Avenger, that’s what we’re calling ourselves. Earths mightiest heroes type thing.” Tony says while pouring himself a drink.

“Yes, I’ve met them.”

“Takes us a while to get any traction. I’ll give you that one. But let’s do a headcount. Your brother, the demi-god, a super solider-a living legend, who kind of lives up to the legend. A man with breathtaking anger management issues, a couple of master assassins’, a secretary who is a lot stronger than she looks and you big fella, have managed to piss off every single one of them.” Tony says

“That was the plan.”

“Not a great plan.” Tony rebuts. After that you tune the conversation out and focus on flying to the quin jet. But then you hear. “Deploy, deploy!!!”  Tony’s falling out of a window. So you turn back around to fly to him, just in case his suit doesn’t catch up to him. Once you see that the suit caught him, you stay out of Loki’s sight. “Oh, there’s one other person you pissed off, his name was Phil.” Tony says as he blasts Loki back. Just then a portal opens in the sky and the Chitauri start flying through. “Right, army.” Tony says as you both look at each other and nod. The two of you start barreling your way through the soldiers but there are too many and you can’t stop all of them. You can hear the destruction that the ones that make their way past you are wreaking down below.  You could also hear Thor and Loki fighting. Then you hear Agent Romanoff tell stark that they are almost there.

“What did they stop for food or something?” you say. Tony then tells them that he is going to lead some of the Chitauri to them. “I’m going to go back up to the portal and take as many out as I can from up there.” You say as you fly back up. You can hear the battle rage on below you.

“Oh My God.” You say as you see this massive flying worm thing come through the portal.

“Stark, You seeing this?” Steve asks.

“I’m seeing, still working on believing. Where’s Banner, has he shown up yet?”

“Banner?”

“Just keep me posted.”

“I think I can cut it in half.” You say as you start to fly beside Tony.

“How?”

“With my heat vision. Do you think that will kill it?” You ask.

“Your what vision?” Tony asks “The armor is impenetrable, I don’t think that anything’s going to get through it. But I’m looking for a weak spot.”

“Well look faster.”  You say. “We need to get its attention, keep it focused on us and not on destroying the city.” Tony turns and shoots a bunch of little missiles as it.

“Well I got its attention, what was step two?” Tony asks.

“Keep it busy?” you say. Then the team starts to strategize. Then you hear that Banner has arrived. Steve informs Tony that Dr. Banner is here

“Well tell him to suit up.”

“We are bringing the party to you guys.” You say

“I-I-I don’t see how that’s a party.” Agent Romanoff says. You hear Steve tell Dr. Banner that now would be a really good time to get angry.

“That’s the secret, I’m always angry.” Dr. Banner says as he turns into the Hulk and then he punches the worm. As he does it starts to flip over and it looked like it would crush the rest of the team. So you use your heat vision to blow it up.

“I’m sorry did you just shoot lasers out of your eyes?!?” Tony yells.

“Yeah, I told you I could do that remember? Heat vision?”

“What are you?!?”

“I told you I would tell you if we survive today, it’s kinda complicated.” You say back. Then all of you stand in a circle ready for the next wave of Chitauri.

“Guys.” Agent Romanoff exclaimed as more worms come through the portal.

“Call it, Captain.” Tony says.

“Until we can close that portal, our priority is containment. Barton I want you on that roof. Eyes on everything. Call out patterns and strays. Stark you got the perimeter. Anything gets more than three blocks out, you turn it back or you turn it to ash.”

“You want to give me a lift?” Agent Barton says to Tony.

“Better clench up, Legolas” Stark responds before flying away with Agent Barton.

“Thor, you’ve got to bottleneck that portal, slow them down. You’ve got the lightning, light the bastards up. Y/N, get whatever Thor misses, keep as many as you can away from the streets. ” You nod before flying off with Thor.  Thor uses electricity to strike the portal as you use your heat vision to hit all those he misses. Eventually you and Thor separate due to the amount of Chitauri coming through the portal. You do your best to keep them in the air as you take them out there was enough destruction happening below and you didn’t want to add to it if you could help it.

“Cap, Y/N, there’s a bank on 42nd passed Madison, they cornered a lot of civilians in there”

“I’m on it.” You both say at the same time. You start to fly to the bank and when you get there you and Steve jump and start to take out the Chitauri.

“Everyone clear out!” Steve yells as a Chitauri grabs him from behind. You run over and rip the Chitauri’s arms off-literally. Then there’s an explosion and Steve goes barreling out the window because of the blast. You jump out after him.

“You okay?” you ask putting you hand on his bicep.

“As okay as I can be. How are you so strong?” he asks

“I drink a lot of milk.” You joke. He gives you a half grin. “Come on I’ll give you a lift back to the action.” You say as you pick him up bridal style and then you start to fly.

“Thanks.” Steve says as you drop him off next to Thor. The three of you start to fight and you see Steve get hit. You and Thor finish of the last of this group before you both turn to Cap. Thor helps him to his feet

“Are you ready for another bout?” Thor asks

“What you getting sleepy?” Steve asks and you chuckle.

“I can close it, can anybody copy? I can shut the portal down.” Agent Romanoff says.

“Do it!” Steve yells.

“No, wait.” Tony says.

“Stark these things are still coming.” You say.

“I’ve got a nuke coming in. It’s going to blow in less than a minute and I know just where to put it.” Tony says

“Stark, you know that’s a one way trip.” Steve says.

“I can be there in a minute, Tony. Let me take it through.” You say.

“No, I already have it!” Tony says back.  Eventually you see him fly past you and into the portal. Then all of the Chitauri fall dead.

“Come on, Tony” you whisper.

“Close it.” Steve says. That’s when you see him falling back through the portal. “Son of a gun”

“He’s not slowing down.” Thor says and you both prepare to fly up and catch him. But then Hulk beats you to it.

“I don’t hear a heartbeat.” You say quietly. That’s when Hulk screams in Tony’s face and he begins to breathe again.

“What the hell. What just happened? Please tell me that if anyone kissed me it was Mrs. America.”

“In your dreams, Stark.” You say back trying to hide your smile.

“We won.” Steve says

“Good job guys. Let’s just not come in tomorrow. Let’s just take a day. Have you ever tried shawarma? There’s a join about two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is, but I want to try it.” Tony says

“We’re not finished yet.” Thor reminds us

“But then shawarma, right?” You ask.

All of you make your way to Stark Tower so you can apprehend Loki.

“If it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll have that drink now.” Loki says.

A while later you all meet to see Thor and Loki off. You stand next to Steve as you guys watch them disappear. That’s when the rest of you start to say your goodbyes. Promising to meet back at Stark tower when it’s rebuilt. Natasha was going with Barton and Banner was going with Tony.

“Hey, Steve, can I catch a ride?” you ask

“Sure, where are you headed?” he asks as he gets on his bike.

“I don’t really know. I kind of quite SHIELD. Maybe we could go somewhere. I could teach you about some of the stuff that you missed?” you say as he smiles.

“That sounds great, Mrs. America.”

“Ugh, not you too!! I’m going to kill Tony.” You say as you hop onto the bike. Then as he starts driving away you put your hands around his waist. Today was a good day, you were no longer alone. You had a team. People to rely on and that felt amazing.  

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The Polar Express (A Super Special Christmas One Shot)

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Summary: You are the godmother of Clint and Laura’s youngest daughter, Natasha Barton. You wanted to make Christmas memories with her, so you plan a trip to the Polar Express. You’re very excited about this trip until you find out that Clint and Laura also want Nat’s godfather to go.

You are introduced to Loki, evil mastermind behind the Incident and Natasha’s godfather.

Words: 4303

Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13141542

Laura Barton wasn’t you real sister, but ever since high school where she was the studious, top ten senior and you were the bubbly freshman, you two were inseparable. Her youngest daughter, Natasha, wriggled in your lap as you talked to Laura in the new Avengers campus.

“I’ve missed you so much!” you kissed her cheek. Her brown curls bounced with her. She giggled and curled into you. As her godmother, you made sure that you were present and active in her life. Little Natasha was very important to you which is why you decided to spend Christmas with the Barton family this year.

“Thank you so much for coming again,” Laura gave you a grateful smile. “With Clint training new recruits, I didn’t think I could take this all on by myself.” You knew who Clint Barton really was. You knew exactly where you were. The Avengers Facility in New York was comfortable and newly designed, but you had to admit meeting the other Avengers was a little intimidating.

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Wedded Bliss

TITLE: Wedded Bliss

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 19

AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Odin determined to find Loki a wife in a misguided, though somewhat well-intentioned attempt to ‘mellow him’. …

RATING: T

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Loki and Thor exchanged a look when the leviathan appeared, deciding without a word to join up with the mortals; this would require a new plan. Ensuring there were no people left out in the open, they began to make their way to where Clint said he and Natasha were after requesting assistance, cutting down any chitauri in their way.

“You know, Sif and the others will likely take exception to being left out of this one,” Loki commented, stabbing a chitauri in the neck and taking its gun, firing at three others behind Thor.

Thor snorted amusedly. “Didn’t think that would bother you, brother.”

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Set-up

Ok ok so I know this took me like 2 weeks to get out lol
I really like how this one turned out though!
Something like this actually happened to my friend so yeah haha
Hope you guys like it too :-)

Title: Set-up
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Natasha Romanov
Summary: “you’re a recruit and Steve tries to set you up with natasha, and natasha tries to set you up with Steve, and they find out each other’s plans. You can take it in whatever direction from there.”
Word Count: 839
Warnings: None I think lol    

Your name: submit What is this?

           "You’re hitting too low,“ Natasha instructed as you wiped the sweat from your brow.

           You had been training with her for a while now, and boy was she kicking your ass. You were a new recruit, and even with the tips from Natasha, you were no match for her skill. Her moves were perfected to a T, whereas yours came from street fighting. Your muscles burned as you continued to swing, with Natasha coaching you the whole time.

           "You’re favoring your left,” she murmured as she blocked your hits with ease. “Don’t lean back so much.”

           Finally, you groaned loudly, throwing your hands up in defeat. Natasha laughed lightly as you walked over to the side of the room, taking a drink from your water bottle. Typically she would yell at you to get back at it, but considering how much you were sweating, she let  you off the hook this time.

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Can’t Be Fixed (Clint Barton x reader)

Requests:

1. Imagine Clint seeing the guy that hurt his girlfriend (the reader) in the past

2. Do you do song fics? If you do, can you please do one with the song “Arms” by Christina Perri. With Clint and the reader please?

I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart

But you came around and you knocked me off the ground from the start

You put your arms around me

And I believe that it’s easier for you to let me go

You put your arms around me and I’m home

“Why are women so hard to figure out?” Clint groaned, resting his head on the kitchen table on top of his crossed arms, his posture looking completely defeated.

Steve stopped mid-chew and looked at him, clearly and completely confused.  “Are you afking meef?” he asked, with a mouth full of cereal threatening to spill.

“Do you see anyone else here?”

The Captain looked around the room as he finished chewing, completing with a forced swallow and returning to looking at Clint with confusion.  “No, but you ask me of all people?  I have a less than stellar track record with the ladies. At least you have a girlfriend.”

Had…a girlfriend.”

Steve leaned back in his chair and set his bowl down on the table, the room now holding a silence so uncomfortable that the sound of his spoon hitting the side of it resonated around them.  He took a deep breath and waited for Barton to say any more, but when he didn’t, he finally broke the quiet with a single word.

“Again?”  

How many times will you let me change my mind and turn around?

I can’t decide if I’ll let you save my life or if I’ll drown

I hope that you see right through my walls

I hope that you catch me ‘cause I’m already falling

I’ll never let our love get so close

You put your arms around me and I’m home

The world is coming down on me and I can’t find a reason to be loved

I never wanna leave you but I can’t make you bleed if I’m alone

Dating Clint was exactly as you imagined it would be from the day that Natasha had introduced you to him.  Sure, she had talked him up, making him sound like the world’s perfect boyfriend, but she really wasn’t far off.  It was an easy friendship that didn’t take long to develop into love, but your own fears of how to be in a relationship kept getting in the way.  You had been hurt too many times and it clouded your attempts at happiness, with your last attempt before Clint being much more traumatic than any others.

“Was this argument any different than the last one?” Maria asked, handing you a glass of wine, though you only pushed it away. “Or any different than the last hundred?”

“Smartass,” you scoffed, “don’t you think I know how this looks?  When I say ‘it’s not him, it’s me’, I mean it.  I screw these things up, no matter how good they are for me.  He’s better off just moving on once and for all.”

She sat herself down at the table across from you, gently swirling her glass in her hands, careful to not allow the dark red liquid to spill over the rim.  Several minutes had passed with her watching you, maybe waiting for you to say something, or maybe waiting to know what to say, but the silence was grating on the both of you.

“Maria, just say what you want to say.  I can take it.”

She cleared her throat and took a long drink from her glass, setting it down and waiting for a moment again before she spoke. She looked at you until you finally relented and met her gaze, making it clear that she wanted you to hold it.  “(Y/N), have you ever thought that maybe the reason you keep going back to him is because that’s where you’re supposed to be?”

“But I’m a mess.  He deserves better.”

“Says you.”

Finally giving in, you took a drink and didn’t stop until the glass was empty, cringing at the dry burn in your throat as you swallowed heavily.  With a small cough and a quick rub of your eyes to stop the tears that were ready to drop, you stood and began to pace in front of her, but she remained motionless as she watched you.

“Yeah, says me.  Listen, I’ve proven time and time again…well, maybe not that many times…but repeatedly that I’m broken.  I can’t maintain a healthy relationship to save my life, so why would I put him through that?  Hmm? Tell me, Maria.  I’m open to suggestions.”

“Okay, how about because he wants you to.”

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After you had left Maria’s and headed back to your own apartment, she called Clint to let him know that you had been by and to give him an idea of how your conversation had gone.  It wasn’t that she was betraying your trust, per se, rather that she was trying to get you to see that you were wrong, because she knew that she was right.

Clint also knew that you were wrong, and he was on his way to do his best to convince you of that when he ran into the boyfriend that had come before him; the guy who Clint felt was the biggest responsibility for the current situation.  He might have let his presence slide if he hadn’t been standing in front of your building and yelling up to your window, appearing to be in a state of sloppy drunkenness.

“Hey, man.  I think you should take the hint that (Y/N) doesn’t want to talk to you by the fact that her window’s still closed.”

Your ex turned at the sound of Clint’s voice and immediately slouched, disappointed that his efforts to get your attention were stopped by him of all people.  “Well, shit,” he groaned, “of anyone to walk along this sidewalk right now, it had to be you, huh?  Mr. Big Hero Man.  Obviously not Mr. Perfect though.”  He gave a sideways smile and turned back towards your building, again making far too much noise, “(Y/N)!  Come out here and talk to me!”

You had been able to ignore him for the past thirty minutes, but now you were worried that your neighbors would start to get pissed at the incessant noise.  Pushing the smallest opening that you could in your curtains, you peeked out to the sidewalk below, gasping and throwing them open when you saw Clint next to him. With a little extra effort, you were able to push your old and weathered window open so that you could hear them more clearly.

“I may not be perfect, no, but I’ve heard the same about you.  And I think it would be in your best interests to leave.”  Clint took a few more steps towards him but stopped when he saw you from the corner of his eye.  “If she wants to be left alone, I’m going to make sure that she’s left alone.”

Your ex towered over Clint by at least a foot in height, but he was no match for the Avenger if a fight were to break out. Though you wouldn’t admit it out loud, there was a part of you that wanted to see Clint unleash on the guy, and to see him beat some sense into him after the agony he had put you through. Clint had only known about a half of the details, but they were enough for you to know that he wouldn’t hold back.

“Clint, I’m fine, just go,” you yelled to him from above.  “I’m not letting him in.”

“Come on, (Y/N), I just want to talk to you!  Don’t be such a bitch!”

“One.”

He looked over at Clint with a quizzical look, his head tilted to the side.  “What?”

“Two.”

“What the hell are you doing, bird brain?”

“Counting,” Clint paused, an eyebrow raised as he waited for a response of either a fight or a flee, but neither came.  

“Three.”

It was impressive how fast Clint had the jerk face down on the ground with his heel dug into his spine so that he couldn’t move.  It wasn’t that you enjoyed the sound of him crying, but the smile that crossed your lips felt good.  And watching Clint in action was something that you rarely had a chance to do; if you stayed with him, you wanted to make it a point to see more of it.  “Clint, let him go,” you called down to him, “I think he gets your point.”

“Do you get my point?” Clint smirked, kneeling down next to the man who now looked at him with fear in his eyes.  “Is the lady correct?”

“Ow…ugh…yeah…yeah, I get it.”  Once he was released he quickly made his way down the sidewalk with a slight limp in his step, not looking back, and not likely to return. You closed your window without another word to Clint, who was standing in place, staring up at you with surprise and and a hint of hurt as you slowly pulled the curtains in to cover the glass and block his view of you.  You wanted to spare him the sight of you falling apart, knowing that he would try to fix it.  He would try to fix you.

I try my best to never let you in to see the truth

And I’ve never opened up

I’ve never truly loved till you put your arms around me

And I believe that it’s easier for you to let me go

You sat in your apartment in silence for over an hour, still in place on the floor beneath the window.  A part of you expected Clint to knock on your door, but it never happened. You were relieved but also sad, not knowing if this was really the end or if it was another rotation in the cycle that the two of you seemed stuck in.  You had broken up and reconciled so many times, that to think it would stick this time hurt more than you had anticipated.  

You wanted to call him, but your hand wouldn’t move; this was the right thing, you were sure of it.  He deserved someone who knew how to love him back, and you couldn’t bring yourself to believe that it was you.  Finally convincing yourself to stand, you shook off the pins and needles sensation in your legs to pull yourself up along the windowsill, peeking out between the curtains at where Clint had been.

Except that he was still there, looking up at you.  

Your hand raised to give a small wave, but it wasn’t reciprocated.  He simply smiled softly and slowly turned to walk away, not looking back but knowing that you were watching.  He had waited for you one final time, so that you knew he was giving you what you wanted. So that you knew that it was done.

But now that you had what you thought you wanted, all you wanted was him.

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A/N: I hope you all like it! It’s my first Phlint, ClintCoulson, ShieldHusbands (or whatever else you might call Phil/Clint).

Natasha sets Clint up on a date, and Clint’s having trouble picking between roses and… whatever those are.


Clint Barton knows nothing about flowers.

He realizes this at the last possible moment, of course, when he’s standing in the flower shop two blocks from the restaurant he’s supposed to meet Natasha at for his blind date at six PM sharp.

Clint’s brow is furrowed, arms crossed against a soft purple button-down, his hip cocked as he worries his lip between his teeth. Its 5:54 exactly, and there’s no way he can pick between the roses, the daisies, and the carnations in six minutes.

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Fic: Weekend At Bartons

(a little something for friends having a hard time.  Sorry, it’s not Doreen. 8) )

“I own an amazing apartment in Paris.”

“Nice,” Clint said, not looking up from his game.

“I have a villa there, too.” Tony stalked across the room, his feet clomping along with the petulance of a child. Clint angled his head to try to keep a clear line to the tv. “A penthouse in Hong Kong.”

“Hey, awesome.” Clint flopped onto his back, aiming his head for Nat’s lap. He managed it, more or less, and she glared down at him. He gave her a bright smile. “Hi, Nat!”

“Hello, loser,” she said, but she ruffled his hair with a careless hand.

“I think I still have that ranch in Texas,” Tony said. He paused. “Or was that Brazil?”

“Those are two very different places, Tony,” Nat said, going back to her reading. With her free hand, she reached for her tea cup. “Very different.”

“It involved cows, that’s all I remember,” Tony admitted. “I own a ranch, and I’m sure that Pepper’s got the details about the fact that I own it..”

“Or you did,” Nat agreed. “Is there a point to this?”

“There’s the property in California, and a little island in the Carribean, and favors I could call in from Abu Dhabi to Zurich,” Tony said.

“There’s no point to this,” Clint said.

“I’m getting that,” Nat said.

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Title: The Sketchbook

Notice: The picture is in fact my own work, please do not use it and call it your own!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: I don’t really think there are any… There may be some language, some thought provoking statements, and there is some pain, but there is fluff!

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You sighed, scrambling to gather your sketchbook, and art materials because you had to leave the small, cozy coffee shop and head off to your first day on the job working with the Avengers. You didn’t have any powers, but you had a special skill set similar to Agents Romanov and Barton.

You had finished your coffee, and discarded that in the trash as you left the building, your sketchbook in your right hand, and a purse with all your supplies in your left. You didn’t really like the idea of walking around New York with a whole lot of money on your person at any given time, so in your back pocket there was a neatly folded twenty dollar bill, your badge, and cell phone.

Not carrying a lot with you also meant that you didn’t like to have an umbrella on hand, and didn’t have a hoodie; you regretted that when you were six blocks away from the Avenger’s Tower because the sky unleashed its rage in rain that came down hard.

You tucked your sketchbook into your leather jacket the best you could to keep it from getting wet, and picked up the pace as your hair quickly became heavy, sodden with rain.

Everyone else began to scramble to get to their desired locations before the rain could come down any harder, and made maneuvering the sidewalk difficult.

You could see the tower’s front door by time there were huge puddles pretty much everywhere, and the crowd was even more hectic, people knocking into you left and right.

To your dismay, you didn’t have anywhere near enough time to avoid the businessman that was animatedly talking to his Bluetooth, yelling at some guy named Grant. So you collided with his shoulder, sending you to the ground face first, exclaiming, “Fucking Shit!” ripping your jeans, scraping your cheek and hand, but worst of all: sending your sketchbook with three years worth of art straight into a puddle where careless people walked all over it.

You could have cared less about the jeans, the holes in your (sadly, new) leather jacket, or the stinging sensation on your face, and in your hands. It just crushed you to see your most valued possession, ruined in a mater of a second.

You sighed, biting your lip and picking up the now soggy book before carrying on and entering the Avengers Tower, your head down, holding back the tears that begged to spill out rather well.

You realized you were late for your first day, when you were supposed to meet all of the Avengers, and you looked like hell upon entering the main lobby. You sighed, hoping your tardiness would go unnoticed as you sped towards the elevator.

You would have stopped to fix yourself up any other day, but you just couldn’t bare being any later and ruining any first impressions.

You had heard the elevator doors ding open, but didn’t bother to look to see if there were any outgoing persons. This caused you to face plant into a rock hard chest, and made you look up to only meet eyes with Captain Steve Rogers.

“Uh… Are you okay ma'am?” He asked, nodding towards your cheek that now had a bit of blood on it.

You sighed deeply through your nose, feigning a smile, before answering, “Yeah… It’s just one of those days…”

“I guess you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the new Avenger, right?”

“Yeah… Trust me, I normally would look better, and I’d love to chat, but I kind of have some other business to deal with…” You sighed, eyes drifting to the sodden book you held in your hands.

He had just noticed the sketchbook in your hands, probably because of your side glance, and a look of realization dawned on his face, “You must have taken a pretty bad spill out there,” he rubbed the back of his neck, gesturing you to follow him into the elevator and pushing a floor number, “I think everyone else can wait… We should get you cleaned up, and I can see what I can do to fix up that sketchbook of yours?”

“Thanks, but I don’t think that this can be fixed,” you sighed, holding up the book that had water dripping off its ends. A single paper fell from the middle of the book, it was the drawing you had started in the café, and it was bone dry by some miracle.

Steve stooped down to pick it up, before gawking at the illustration, “this is amazing! Where did you learn to draw like this?”

You blushed, tucking some wet hair behind your ear, and muttering, “I’m self taught… It’s just a hobby, really… I may have picked up some things from my dad…”

“You know, with a talent like this, I wouldn’t be surprised if you could make all of the sketches you have in there ten times better.”

“You think so?” You asked, looking up at him, blushing deeper.

“Yeah, I mean, I always thought that every line in a sketch served a purpose, even the erased ones help to make you better.” He stated, handing the drawing back to you and leading you out to the main part of the tower where several Avengers were waiting.

You blushed immediately, realizing how bad you must look right now. After making eye contact with your showmen that had become very interesting, Pepper Potts walked up to you, seizing your arm and leading you back into the elevator.

“Did I do something?” You asked, going pale as the doors closed.

“No. I saw you spin out down there and figured that, rather than standing in a room full of men while wearing soggy clothes, you’d rather borrow an old outfit I don’t wear anymore.” She stated plainly, offering you a warm smile.

Pepper had given you a very nice pair of blue jeans that fit you well, and she had also given you a dark blue blouse that again, fit you nicely. You were very grateful of her kind gesture and had thanked her several times before you had made your way back up to the meeting room.

The meeting wasn’t really a meeting, it was more of less a first impression type thing where you got to know everyone. Well everyone that was on earth, because Thor was on Asgard and Vision was… somewhere… nobody really knew where.

You were trying to salvage what you could from the book while debating if AC/DC was better than Black Sabbath with Tony Stark, and you were actually winning.

Steve had walked up to you, and was actually looking fairly flustered, giving Agents Romanov and Barton who were standing behind you, a death glare.

“So, (Y/N)… I was wondering if you’d like to get together sometime, and you know… Go out for fondue or something?”

Tony burst out laughing,“ Cap! If you want to fondue with her, you have to take her out to dinner first!”

He turned a brilliant shade of red, “Tony! I-I-I didn’t mean that kind of fondue! I meant cheese and bred!”

You also turned scarlet, realizing what Stark meant by “fondue” and you really hoped that your attempts to hide your face worked.

Barton and Romanov were laughing their asses off by the time Steve spoke to you again, trying to ask you out to dinner.

“Steve, stop… I’d love to go out with you, how’s about Friday night, six, at that shawarma place down the street?”

“Y-yeah. That sounds good.” He said, grinning like an idiot,

“Hey, (Y/N) I heard they had a senior discount fro-”

“Tony, really? Aren’t the senior citizen jokes kind of old?”

“No way Capsicle, and they never will be.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “(Y/N) why don’t we head down to my apartment later? I think I have something to fix up your sketchbook over there.”

“You know what Steve?” You said, glancing down at the one page that was still intact,“I think I can make a better one, with these erased lines to help make me do better…” You said, blushing before leaning up to give him a peck on the cheek, “thanks for the offer though.”

This made him blush bright red, and Tony made both of your blushes deepen when he let out a low whistle, yelling at Bruce, who was working on his laptop, “Banner, stop playing Galaga and pay up the ten bucks you owe me!”

“Why does he owe you ten dollars?”

“I made a bet with him that Cap would fondue with a lady friend before New Years!”

“Tony! We were drunk!”

“You made a bet on wether or not I’d fondue with somebody?” Steve asked, growing even redder,

Your (E/C) eyes met his blue ones, before you kissed his cheek again, grinning, “Just ignore him, I don’t know wether or not we’ll fondue, but why don’t we go over to my place after we get shawarma and watch a movie, your pick.”

He smiled a little more confidently, “I’d like that… A lot.”

Writer Kat